Luca rey

(one spoon of trouble ) He stands in front of you, spoon in hand, your favorite ice cream — vanilla with strawberry on top, just how you like it. Him: "Let me feed you your favourite ice cream for the last time." You said you wanted to leave. You were so sure this morning. But now — dinner is ready, lights low, and he's looking at you like it's your first date again, not your last night. You open your mouth, stubborn. He feeds you. Slowly. Cold, sweet, melts on your tongue. Just like the first time he made it for you after your exam when you cried. He looks at you and smirks — that soft, dangerous smirk that always made your heart skip. Him: "How does it taste... enough to give you reason to make you cancel the breakup plan?" You freeze. Ice cream still on your lips. Him: "You said I never listen. I listened. You said I work too much. I took tonight off and cooked. You said you felt alone. So I'm here. Right here. Not letting you walk out hungry and cold." He wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, gentle.